today I decided to wear a cap to school because it's super fashionable and I love it.
I sat down at lunch, but something was oof. I sensed impending doom. I new a subplot in my story was beginning.
I made it to end of lunchs, but when the bell rang after the end of lunch, I began to leave and I made eye contact with an adminitrator.
"Squirky. Come here!"
Her voice was demanding; I didn't know she liked me that way. I am pondering how I will turn her down easy, as I have already found my Love, my true love.
"Listen miss, I'm flattered but-," I started to say, but my admirer cut me off rudely.
"Squirky. When is the last timeyou checked our dress code policy on hats." I was insulted by what she was implying. I had read up on those billboards about dresdscode, and what it said. We are all expected to adhere to formal attire, and the women need to cover their seggsy shoulders and thighs, as to not distract me and my fellow men. As far as hats, however, they are not allowed. But on this fateful day, I was wearing not a hat, but a cap. No cap.
Finally I replied, "MA'M I LOOK AT THE DRESS CODE EVERY M ORNING, JUST TO MAKE SURE NONE OF TH3E FEMALES ARE BREAKING IT! I DONT LIKE WHAT YOU SEEM TO BE IMPLUYING HERE."
She retorted, "well then you will have to go to the office for dress code."
I was appalled. I would not stand for this discrimination. This is blatant se3ism, and I would defend myself to the bitter end.
As one does in this situation, I immediately burst into tears and started having a teenage temper tantrum and pissing myself in my low-cut trousers, dress-code appropriate.
I continued with my elaborate argument: "SOLHFGJIOsgikjgfUERWGHJIOUHREIOUHGIHSISagkjhngk SOINFGKJNS HDSIOUGSDDKDJFDI %^$^%#&$#$@^&#)$ $#@%$ 6$&8785734."
It was at this very moment that I began to get very angry and upset.
I b Egan screaming at her, "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAK MY HAT BDCFJVKUDSBN,VBDEFKN. NOOOOOO RIIIIIIGGGGHHHHTTT."
I knew what I had to do then to get my point across clearly. So I laid down on the ground and began pounding my fists on the ground. The admintrator told me I had to get up and go to my seventh period, but as anyone would be in this situation, I was ver upset.
Yhe people at school decided to be stupid and dress code me, and I hate them for that. I hate this society that tells me I can't even wear a cap to school. It's not even against dress code because it says no hats and caps are totally not the same thing as hats.
I was so angry but I went to Mrs Heinz's class and calmed down by screaming my heart out and crying and kicking.
So I guess you could say I had a pretty good day.
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Squirky's Story of Success: An Inspirational Journey: A Memoir
Adventurea lot of people judge me because they know that I am the main character of a book. They think I'm crazy and laugh at me because there's no way that's true but let me break it to you it's true. That's why I don't really get upset that often because I...
